#courtroomantics

[thedetectiveofinaba]

“People, take notes from how to sass people from my bestie. I heard that miss Hawthorne is currently suffering from a lack of witty comebacks.” Naoto we get it, you’re feeling happy because Dahlia got what she was asking and that Maya had the perfect classiness in her words. 

Get rekt Dahlia, you got roasted by the future master of Kurain Village

(@contradictiio, @courtroomantics)

[contradictiio-archived]

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“Hey, Lotta. Good to see you again.”

Phoenix smiled at the photographer, wondering why she was taking pictures this time. It’s been a while since they last met. Maybe she found a good scoop?

“What’s up? Do you smell a scoop again...?”

[guilty-love]

Continued with @courtroomantics from here:

It’s rare for Edgeworth to visit him before one of his meetings and it’s even rarer for him to fix Klavier’s clothes. But he doesn’t object to it, letting the Chief Prosecutor readjust the collar of his shirt and dusting off his jacket.

You worry too much, Herr Edgeworth. There isn’t even any dust on my jacket.

He can’t help it but grin at his boss. Yes, Klavier knew that the meeting was important, that it was another step forward towards a better and brighter future for all of them, a fixed judicial system. But a crooked collar and loose strand of blond hair on his jacket won’t bother anyone there.

Still, I appreciate your visit. It’s unusual for you to come and see me. Don’t tell me you are worried I gonna mess this up?

[magicaltrucy]

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It’s a Lilly Calla.

It reminded me of you! I thought you might like it.

[themediummuses]

@courtroomantics || Continued

   “Well, if you’ve got a better idea, I’d love to hear it. So far, it’s being proven that- aside from you and the victim- there was only one other person... The murderer himself. Janitorial signed out 10 minutes before and there’s video evidence to prove he went outside to his car and drove away.

   “As it stands... It seems like there’s a murderer hiding in the prosecution’s office. Someone who really wasn’t happy with something...and that’s why I’m back here.

   “You wouldn’t happen to know anything further about what the victim was working on, in terms of his next case? Or what could’ve sparked a violent outburst like that?”

[driftingjazzbard]

@courtroomantics answered your ask

“I’m so sorry.”

It.  Why did she say that?  What had just happened?  They were...trying to spend time together.  It was odd.  Well he had a schedule and she was...rarely in one place for more than a few weeks.  They couldn’t be more different, was this a mistake?  But it hadn’t been a bad time.  They were having fun.

And then...

It wasn’t even a bad kiss.  Awkward, perhaps, and more than a little rushed, but not bad.

“I mean...no, you...don’t apologize.”

[slntprsctr]

[ @courtroomantics​ || Starter Call ]

Okay, take it easy Deika. You’re just talking to one of the most famous prosecutors at the moment by yourself. You’ve been around while talking with him in group, even if you didn’t say anything. Just show yourself from the best side you can

“Excuse me, mistress Edge-” Girl cut off, as embarassed blush creeped on her face.

“I-I meant miss-” She cut off once again as soon blank expression appeared on her face, tears in her eyes, even if face still was covered in blush. That was probably the worst way to first time introduce herself. “I-I-I meant m-mister Edge-Edgeworth... I-I b-brought pa-papers someone a-asked to b-bring y-y-you... I-i-it wa-was s-something re-related to y-your newer ca-case....”

[itsgottabethebutz]

@courtroomantics

This had gone poorly. Much more so than expected.

…obviously. Very good observation, Miles.

He’d been stabbed. That was nearly all he could remember for the moment. Most of his energy was focused on keeping conscious. He could relay the details when he was in some sort of critical care.

He couldn’t help but let out a small gasp of surprise at the flash of orange that came into his vision. Was that…?

Edgey? Edgey!!

Not in a million years would Larry Butz have expected Miles Edgeworth to wind up in a bloody heap in this part of town--where all the gentleman’s clubs are. He must have been on some investigation gone wrong, Larry figures. Horribly wrong. The smell of blood is overwhelming, and Larry feels sick to his stomach from both the scent and from panic.

C’mon, stay with me! What happened?!

Larry is by his old friend’s side in a flash, shaking his shoulder frantically. The orange idiot doesn’t do well at all at the sight of blood, and from what he can tell, Edgeworth is bleeding badly. He’s going to have to suck it up and get Edgey out of here before whoever did this to him comes back!

Can you hear me?